Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... turns out he hated DnD, which I didn’t expect from him. He surprised me when he, out of the two of us, chose the next topic.

“So why make videos about old movies?” he asked as we walked. “Like, I get the attraction of making videos if they get views, but when you started, why did you do it?”

I scratched my head. I’d spend so much time around The Amazing Channel and the Media Gang that someone asking me why I make videos was actually really refreshing. We all took it as such an inherent thing. “Uh, I guess it’s because I saw a lot of that stuff when I was a kid, and I always had thoughts about it,” I found myself saying. “You know, you’ll watch Spy Kids as a five-year-old and remember the rhythm of how they said the dialogue more than the dialogue itself. Or you’ll watch Tarzan and like those moments where the beats in the music matches the visuals on-screen.”

Drew digested what I said. “I’ll take your word for it, I guess,” he admitted.

“Really? You don’t feel that?” I asked, surprised. “So then why do you make media and stuff?”

He shrugged. “I just like it, I guess. I’m not really thinking about that stuff. I put things on a screen and go, ‘woah, I made a thing.’ But analyzing movies is like school. I have to put brain power into why stuff is the way it is, and that just doesn’t seem like fun. For me, I mean.”

“No no, I get you,” I said softly, looking at my feet walking. I shrugged. “I like seeing how stuff works. It’s cool.”

“Yeah, I can tell you can ...

... kinda… hyperfixate on things,” Drew noticed. “Actually, can I ask about that?”

“Uh, sure?”

“If I can ask, what’s up with you and Greg? You two used to barely talk, and even when he did, you kinda rolled your eyes at him. Now you seem to really like him. Are you just better friends now or is there… Y’know, a-somethin’ a-brewin’?”

Even with the way the question backed me into the corner, I smiled at the way he phrased the end of that. “Um, uh… Huh, so… Do you mind if I get back to you about that?” I asked clumsily.

Drew only lowered an eyebrow at that, as if to say, ‘Ooh, intriguing!’

I stopped walking. “Nah nah, there’s nothing like that. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. But something happened we bonded over, and, uh, it could be private to him. Fair enough?”

“Oh, totally,” Drew immediately conceded. “It doesn’t matter all that much anyways. Only if you – and he, I guess – want to talk about it.”

I did want to talk about it. But, number one, I didn’t know if Greg would be okay with me using his name, and number two, I had no idea how to address the situation.

***

I gasped as I temporarily took my mouth off of Greg’s cock. A trail of spit followed my mouth and Greg grinned at the visual, holding out his phone. I giggled, sticking out my tongue, enjoying knowing Greg was going to look at me with my tongue out later and jack off to it. So fucking hot.

After I put my tongue back inside of my mouth, I moved my jaw around a few times, and didn’t even ...